Fakong watched calmly, shook his head and said nothing.

He did not close his eyes or close his eyes, nor did he recite Buddhist scriptures in a low voice. He just watched Chu Yu's violent coughing quietly.

Half an hour later, the coughing stopped.

Chu Yu was lying on the stone table in anger, motionless, his handsome face was pale and numb, and his heart was as gray as death.

Fakong poured away the cold tea and poured another cup.

It's steaming hot and fragrant.

Gently pushing him to Chu Yu: "Drink some tea to moisten your throat."

Chu Yu sat up straight with difficulty and picked up the tea cup with his trembling left hand.

It trembled non-stop, causing the lid and body of the cup to tap lightly.

He took a sip and breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had died once and come back to life.

Putting down the tea cup, he shook his head: "The monk is so cruel."

"In this world where all living beings are suffering," Fakong smiled: "Compared to death from starvation, pain, falling, being stabbed, and being bitten by wild beasts, what does Mr. Chu's cough mean?"

"...That makes sense." Chu Yu felt speechless and at a loss for words.

I misjudged the situation, and the Fakong in front of me was more ruthless and difficult to deal with than I imagined.

Fakong took a sip of tea and said, "Mr. Chu, it's cold in my courtyard. You are weak now and you shouldn't be here. You should go back to the monastery."

"Monk, are you expelling guests?" Chu Yu put down the tea cup and stared at Fakong coldly.

"How dare you." Fakong smiled: "If Mr. Chu falls ill again, it will be my fault."

"It doesn't matter if you are sick. Monk, you are good at Buddhist mantras. A single Buddhist mantra cured my illness."

Of course, Chu Yu knew at this time that his scheme had been discovered, and he made a decisive decision and fought hand to hand.

"What if the cure cannot be cured?" Fakong smiled and said, "Mr. Chu, please—!"

"So you are worried that it can't be cured." Chu Yu smiled and waved his hands: "If it can't be cured, it can't be cured. Anyway, all the imperial doctors and miraculous doctors are at a loss, and they have never been cured."

"What if things get worse?" Fakong asked.

Chu Yu smiled and said, "Isn't it possible?"

Fakong smiled.

Chu Yu was thoughtful.

He felt that he understood Fakong's concerns.

I had always wondered why Fakong hid his clumsiness and did not reveal it, but it turned out that he was worried and cautious in his actions.

Fakong put down the tea cup and stood up slowly, as if to see off guests.
Chapter completed!